Chapter 8

In the courtyard, Yu Duxiu's body curled into a ball. The deepest memories from his heart, those that could never be forgotten, had become a nightmare in his cultivation, preventing him from entering the path of Dao.

Jin Lin sat in the room, her eyes looking through the window at the curled-up Yu Duxiu in the courtyard. She sighed softly, "The nightmare in your heart can only be overcome by yourself. I cannot help you. If you succeed, I have countless ways to help you advance further on the path of cultivation. If you fail, you will only sink into despair."

In his dreams, Yu Duxiu's hair gradually turned white. He was well-versed in countless Daoist scriptures, even reciting them backward. When Yu Duxiu was fifty, the world's first Daoist treasure, which had been passed down from the Song Dynasty, finally reappeared, unearthed from the tomb of Emperor Shenzong of Song.

The Daoist treasure was the most complete and precious collection of all Daoist texts, an encyclopedia of Daoist knowledge. A fierce battle ensued as spies from various countries flocked to the scene, using every means at their disposal.

In Yu Duxiu's mind, the memory of that battle was vivid. Holding a weapon, the fangs of the cultivator were revealed to the public for the first time. With the slightest sense of qi, he was incomparably stronger than ordinary people. Even a special forces king was no match for him under the influence of qi.

Thus, Yu Duxiu fought his way from outside the tomb, killing countless spies from various countries.

In the end, Yu Duxiu obtained the Daoist treasure. Even after a thousand years, the treasure remained undecayed.

The country did not pay too much attention, giving spies from various countries and Yu Duxiu a chance. Without firearms, who could be Yu Duxiu's match with just cold weapons?

What followed was endless pursuit. With so many agents dead, how could the countries let Yu Duxiu go?

The country wanted to capture him, and various countries were issuing warrants for his arrest. With satellites in the sky and surveillance on the ground, unless Yu Duxiu retreated into the deep mountains, how could he escape the machinery of the state?

Three years later, Yu Duxiu had memorized the Daoist treasure but found no secrets of immortality. The treasure was filled with incomprehensible ancient scripts.

The peaceful life of three years was shattered. Firearms completely overpowered cold weapons. Yu Duxiu was hit by eight bullets and then came to this world.

"Eastern wind gently stirs the lofty light, the fragrant mist is hazy as the moon turns the corridor."

"Fearing that the flowers will sleep at night, I light a high candle to illuminate the red makeup."

In the dream, Yu Duxiu muttered to himself. The scene in his mind changed again, and a thread of magical power gently stirred. Yu Duxiu was suddenly startled: "Magical power, magical power, this world has magical power, there must be supreme immortal techniques. If I can learn them, I can surely revive Xiao Xiao."

With this thought, the nightmare faded, and Yu Duxiu's mind entered a state of clarity. The threads of magical power quietly flowed through his meridians, refining his acupoints. They circled his body, descending from the third eye to the lower dantian, opening a source of magical power.

"Boom," like the sound of creation, Yu Duxiu's lower dantian rumbled. Vital essence from all over his body surged, continuously refined by the magical power. The faint threads of magical power gradually solidified, resonating with the heavens and earth.

In the room, Jin Lin's eyes glowed with a golden light: "Planting the true seed can lead one to the path of the Dao. At this moment, all hidden connections will be revealed. I want to see what makes this boy so extraordinary that he can resolve my calamity. If I can uncover the secrets of this person, my true dragon clan will gain several immortals, and this world will belong to us. If I can't find out, it's best to make this boy serve me, to help my true dragon clan become the supreme ruler of all realms."

The path of cultivation begins with initial meditation, visualizing the qi and blood within the body, then moving the qi and blood to extract the first thread of magical power, thus stepping onto the path of cultivation. The second step is to condense one's own Dao fruit, the true seed. Condensing the true seed of the Dao is the path to immortality, granting a lifespan of five hundred years. After five hundred years, natural calamities will descend to challenge you.

Everyone has their own thoughts and characteristics, so the true seed of the Dao they condense is different.

Yu Duxiu's mind was clear. He saw the magical power intertwining in his lower dantian, about to form a strange ancient script. Suddenly, a change occurred. From the deepest part of his soul, three forces—black, white, and transparent—emerged, clearly distinct. They surged through his body, causing his meridians to transform. The magical power was instantly shattered, and the three forces, like bandits, rushed through, directly penetrating the lower dantian and merging with the true seed of the Dao.

The true seed of the Dao was changing, evolving into a black Daoist script. Around the black script, the void distorted, a white force enveloped the script, and a transparent force interfered, causing the script to twist and become invisible, as if in another dimension.

Yu Duxiu was familiar with the black force. When Jin Li crossed the tribulation, the force was the same, but the black force in his dantian was more refined, vast, and ancient.

In the room, Jin Lin frowned. The sky instantly darkened with clouds. Every action and breath of an immortal resonates with the heavens and earth. At this moment, Jin Li was filled with doubt. She had clearly sensed that everything was going smoothly for the boy, and the true script of the Dao was about to condense, but suddenly she lost the connection. Even as an immortal, she could no longer sense the fluctuations of the true seed in Yu Duxiu's dantian, which was incomprehensible for an immortal.

Immortals communicate with the heavens and earth, understanding the changes of the four seasons, and can use the power of the heavens and earth to deduce all possible changes in the world. If no one interferes, an immortal can deduce everything in a moment.

But this boy puzzled Jin Lin. Just when she was basking in the glory of her immortality, she was stumped by a mere mortal.

"Should I force him to reveal his secrets, or take it slowly and befriend him?" Jin Lin hesitated.

After a moment, Jin Li smiled: "This boy's mortal body cannot hide anything from my eyes. He may not know the secret. If I startle him, it won't be good. Besides, this boy is my adopted brother. If I need something in the future, he will surely comply."

With this thought, Jin Lin calmed herself and lay back on the bed: "Guiding this boy onto the path of cultivation, when he faces the three calamities, he will naturally seek the Dao from me. Under the threat of life and death, he will reveal all his secrets."

You might wonder why Jin Lin didn't force Yu Duxiu at this moment. There are reasons. First, Yu Duxiu is a mortal and has not yet embarked on the path of cultivation. Under the divine eyes of an immortal, everything in his body is visible. How could he hide anything?

Looking at Yu Duxiu's innocent appearance, he probably doesn't know the reason. Threatening him now might not be effective and could damage their relationship. It's better to guide Yu Duxiu onto the path of cultivation and let him discover the secrets within his body. To an immortal, a cultivator is like an ant. As long as Yu Duxiu doesn't become an immortal, he cannot escape Jin Lin's control.

In the courtyard, Yu Duxiu slowly opened his eyes, a black light flashing in them, a sign of his cultivation.

A thread of magical power flowed within him. Yu Duxiu stretched his hands and arms, which were slightly whiter than before, but seemed unchanged. His physical body was the same as before, and he didn't experience the legendary sudden leap to greatness.

"Having magical power, I'm only more sensitive than ordinary people," Yu Duxiu muttered to himself.

Seeing that the light in Jin Lin's room was off, Yu Duxiu didn't want to disturb her. He found a basin in the courtyard and washed his body: "Forget it, I'll ask Brother tomorrow."

Walking back to his room, Yu Duxiu lay down, but his mind was filled with doubt. For some reason, he felt a strong warning, making him wary of Jin Lin.

"He is an immortal. What could I have that he covets?" Yu Duxiu's thoughts raced, then paused: "Apart from accidentally communicating with the black mist, I have nothing outstanding. Could it be...?" Yu Duxiu had a guess, then suppressed his thoughts, clearing his mind, and immersed himself in the state of clarity, feeling the slow flow of magical power within his body.

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